If you could travel to any place and time, where would you go? I’m betting it wouldn’t be to a lonely mountain cabin in the 1870’s, with a Wyoming blizzard raging outside. You especially wouldn’t go there if you were nine months pregnant and on the verge of starting labor.
But what if the love of your life was waiting there for you – a man who needed you as much as you needed him?
That’s the premise of my new Time Travel book, CHRISTMAS MOON, now available in both electronic and paperback editions. Last month I wasn’t sure about the paperback version, but I just got my copies in the mail, and I’ll be giving one away to the winner of my drawing.
Pregnant, unwed and down on her luck, history teacher Emma Carlyle is facing the worst Christmas of her life. Needing some research for her master’s thesis on legendary Wyoming lawman J.D. McNulty, she makes a Christmas Eve drive to South Pass City, where J.D. was buried. Heading home, she loses her way in a storm. After her car vanishes, she ends up in 1871, half-frozen, on the doorstep of a remote mountain cabin. When J.D. himself opens the door with a pistol in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other…well, let’s just say that sparks start flying. These two lost souls are clearly meant for each other. But there’s one problem. Emma has studied everything about J.D.–and she knows he has only a few weeks to live.
Just for fun, here’s a short excerpt. This one tells what happens when J.D. opens his door and sees Emma for the first time.
The woman on J.D.’s porch looked as if she’d just staggered out of a nightmare. She was wild-eyed and tarnally spooked, gripping a stick of kindling as if she wanted to bash in his face. The fact that she was dressed like some kind of Chinaman, in sagging black trousers and an enormous, puffy green silk coat, only added to J.D.’s befuddlement. What lunatic asylum had this female escaped from?
“Easy, now, lady.” J.D. kept the Colt leveled at her collar bone, but mostly for show. “Put that stick down, and I’ll take my itchy finger off this trigger.”
Slowly and shakily she lowered her arm. He could see now that she was half-dead from cold and exhaustion. Her lips were the color of laundry bluing and her hair was plastered around her face in frozen strings. She was swaying on her feet like a drunkard.
J.D. cursed under his breath. He’d been looking forward to a peaceful night with his books, the old tomcat and a bottle of the finest rotgut whiskey in Glory Gulch. Maybe if he drank enough of the stuff, he might even forget it was Christmas Eve.
Now his plans were blown to hell. He wouldn’t have minded female company of the soft and willing variety. But this woman didn’t strike him as the sporting kind, and it appeared he was stuck with her. The devil himself wouldn’t close the door and leave her outside to freeze.
Muttering words unfit for a lady’s ears, he eased off the hammer and laid the Colt on the bookshelf. “Well don’t just stand there. Come on inside. And don’t expect any apologies for my state of undress. I wasn’t expecting company.”
The kindling stick clattered to the porch as she dragged herself across the threshold. She was tall for a woman, with a body that appeared too stout for her heart-shaped face. But maybe that was because of the coat. Her eyes, when she looked up at him, were the warm, translucent brown of sarsaparilla on a sunny day. They were staring at him as if she’d just seen Abraham Lincoln’s ghost.
Her chilled lips worked in an effort to speak. “Where…am I?”
J.D. bolted the door behind her. “Glory Gulch, Wyoming. The upper edge of it, at least. Main part of town’s further down the canyon.”
“Glory Gulch?” Her eyes widened. “People are living here?”
“A few score, maybe, most of us down on our luck. Not like the old days before the gold played out.” J.D. bit down hard on his cheroot as a new thought struck him. “Any other folks out there with you? Any of your family lost in the storm?” He didn’t relish searching in a blizzard but if there were other travelers with the woman, he’d rather find them alive tonight than dead tomorrow.
Distrust flickered across her face, and he realized she’d misread him. “Oh, there’ll be plenty of people looking for me by morning—police on snowmobiles, maybe even a helicopter or two. As long as they find me safe, there’ll be no trouble for you.”
J.D. shook his head. The woman was touched for sure. “You’re talking gibberish, lady. Sit down and have a whiskey. Maybe it’ll bring you around.”
He turned toward the hearth, where he’d set the jug next to the cat’s favorite warming spot. She stopped him with a touch on his arm. Her fingers were like icicles through his sleeve.
“Tell me one thing.” She was staring up at him, her wild, scared doe’s eyes searching his face. “Who are you? What’s your name?”
“McNulty, for whatever it’s worth to you. J.D. McNulty.”
Her eyes widened for an instant. Then the pupils rolled back in her head and she swayed to one side. J.D. lunged, catching her as she went down in a dead faint.
You’ll find a longer excerpt and a purchase link on my website, www.elizabethlaneauthor.com. Now for the fun part. I’ll be giving away a paperback edition of CHRISTMAS MOON to one reader who posts today. Any international winner will receive an electronic (PDF) version. Good luck to all!